Lyrics:
the place to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the place to be) (yeah)
Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block?
Didn't have to break a steerin'
said, but I did it my own way
I'm not taking any credit for how I'm about to get it
Because Russ the one who said it I'm just following his message
When
a message to 'em with no mask, huh (with no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (in yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin'
whip the ford
Now I have everything that I couldn't afford
And I know you think I got pain in my head
All the tears that we shed
Know I gotta get this
I vibe by myself
Where was you at when
I called for your help
Down on my luck all I needed was time
Searching for peace but that's harder to find
YouTube
Tryna make money in my hands
My girl asked me to hang
I said I got other plans
That bitch tryna scrap
I said you better go and get yo' mans
Bitches
getting splinters (sheesh)
You ain't ready for the vault
That I've been hiding
Calculating all my movements
Jason Bourne in this bitch
James Bond in this
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
a message for the opps gotta get my lick back Fuck what you thought
Nah you ain’t hot
Nigga I gotta flip that
These niggas tryna plot
I can’t get caught
a nigga to the ground face down in the dirt
All my Lethal niggas they wit it wit it, big faces we get it get it
Plenty capers done did it did it Its
Did I tell you that I like it
Girl, I like your love
And everything about it
You're all I'm ever thinking of
This is my message
This is my message
don't fail me now
Brand new boy, brand new year
Curtains open I am a grand finale
Did you get my voice mail?
Sorry I'm out having the time of my life
shoes is not what your feet fit with!
Better keep your head down still..
Did You Get My Last Message..?
You are living with the sense of infirmity;
But
Ooh-ooh
Dirty-ty
That's me, me
Bidi-bubup
Dem ah pree me, I can see angles
Get money, get snakes by your ankles
Any cobras can get handled
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
Niggas built off captions, I don't get it
Niggas act like bitches, I don't get it
I was raised by women & still ain't did it
Ya pussy I know it
Ya rookie I
all in my notifications
I slide with a TEC-9, get to raging
You say you a shooter
But you writing statements
I call my plug, he got P’s in Jamaica
I
the dope without the triple beam (Whoa, whoa)
Always stayin' fresh, I'm on my Listerine (Yeah)
I'm straight up outta city where you'll get stretched like
im a own that
Snap, rap and then stack im a grow that
Facts, message in line better know that
Fax, if ya dont get it then go back
Tax, taking
my feet
All the shit that I done to get on my feet
Pressure all on her knees
How many times did I go to the park in the dark
Lock my arms and learn how
Cause yeah I, said it just
Read the message cause yeah I
Said, it
Run away run away get high
You are gonna, do things just
To get by and you know
Ain't no
Yea Yea
These niggas get funnier by the days
Rocket
Ain't have nobody turn me up but Yet they still go turn me up
Remember holding niggas down That
of the rhyme flow!
Once I lock you up, you can't get loose
You put your head inside
And I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow
From its steel mesh
My words
sex-crazed teenage mess
Killed in the climax of debauchery, we learned the hard way
When he came for our lives on the thirteenth day
Did you know my son
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